I wonder listlessly at rapacious melancholy,
its beast-stalking litheness, peripheral,
ghosting my mind-altered diminishment
how in the revenant fury of buried bones
whose salient menace springs expansively
as darkness goes unhallowed by requiescat in pace —
it thrives
I wonder clinging to my devourer.
WhimsyGizmo at dVerse asks us to write a quadrille (exactly 44-word-poem) using the word “go.” Click on Mr. Linky to read more poems.
So much spectacular word use here. I especially like:
“the revenant fury of buried bones”
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Thank you!
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The fury of buried bones made me think of “do not go gentle into that good night”…
rage rage against the dying of the light.
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There are those who leave us more “ungently” than we would like, leaving us with their bitterness, regrets.
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Fantastic wordplay here! I especially admire; “how in the revenant fury of buried bones whose salient menace springs expansively.” 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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Beautiful images in this personification of depression. “The revenant fury of buried bones” is wonderful.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Wonderful fulsome words – beast-stalking litheness, mind-altered diminishment, rapacious melancholy – conveys the life and death struggle with depression. Powerful stuff powerfully written.
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Thank you so much!
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Dora,
holy shamoley. this poem’s use of language humbles me.
-David
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David,
Your compliment humbles me. Thank you!
Pax,
Dora
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Pit of depression, depths of despair eloquently described here!
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Thank you!
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haunting, great use of words … a dance with depression?
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Thanks, Kate! It could be a dance, but I was thinking in terms of depression’s predatory stalking.
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get you Dora, keep it at bay!
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Easy to disappear into it for some more than others unfortunately.
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so true and sometimes there is need for a pharma reboot …
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Dora, this week I’m reading as an observer of it. Last week I was acutely mauled by it. Your word weaving does it’s darkness justice. I had to look up “requiescat in pace” and so true, it has no such dignity. Excellent wordsmithing!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Very well done Dora… Your last line really grabs us!
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Thanks so much, Dwight!
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Your are welcome!
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“rapacious melancholy” is a great term, I can feel the unrelenting pervasiveness of that melancholy in all of your words and how it does devour. Powerful write!
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Thanks, Tricia! Appreciate your comments so much! 🙂
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WOW…to think its victims cling to such a heartless beast! Powerful and insightful write.
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Thank you for those kind words!
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You held my attention up to the last word… then throw the punch at the last line. And the imagery lights up. I didn’t expect this.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it, K. B.
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😊
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Stunningly written just stunning
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Grateful for your comment. Thank you.
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